Mountain goat’s gruff wool
cut and spun to gossamer.
Cashmere’s cozy warmth.
What’s better than skin
on skin? Lux intervention:
Silk, cashmere, satin.
Or, in my case, one of these.
Yes. You saw that right.
Look, when you've been together for sixteen years, some Valentine's Days are Chanel, some are chocolate, while others pass by with a couple of cards and waffles for breakfast. This year, when I opened my gift, I thought, "Aw, hell. Don't tell me S.B. wants to go the Furry/Plushie route."
Thankfully, no. It was just my honey bunny's way of being funny. And practical, because I'm one of those people. The ones who are always, always—regardless of season, venue, or time of day—freezing cold. Check my closet and look past the shoes and you'll find more blankies than a newborn, more sweaters than my bank account can support, and enough pashminas to supply an entire airplane of bereft passengers.
And now, to that arsenal of on-demand-warmth, I can add my very own Hoodie Footie.
And, no, there will be no photos.
But I will blow a virtual kiss to each and every one of my blog homies. You make my heart happy, too. And if you also want to haiku, Ms. Fishy is hosting this week with the theme of TACTILE and the offer of a fabulous culinary prize. Go there now. And then get in the pit and try and love someone.